Jackson
It was the most…I didn’t even have a word to describe it.
The entire world felt like it had tilted on its axis, but somehow that seemed to bring it all into view. How had I not known this existed? He was so…happy…free…it was something else entirely. Nothing was weighing him down. He wasn’t worried about bills or about to-do lists or even what movie we were going to watch.
It was just pure, delightful enjoyment.
There were some of the same feelings that I associated with having a biological dog as I watched him. The same pleasure when they were happy and in watching them play, but it was so different because it was also Cooper.
My sweet, excited, lovable boy was also my sweet, excitable, lovable pup.
I’d been right. There was no way I could have known how it would feel unless I was actually seeing it. I still wasn’t sure how to define the emotions rushing through me, but I knew right away it wasn’t going to push me away.
As Cooper scampered up and dropped the ball in front of me, his little tail wagging and excitement flooding through him, I knew nothing was going to chase me away. Tossing the ball, I turned and reached around Sawyer to pull him closer.
“You’re too far away. Come here.” Not giving him a choice, because we both knew he really didn’t want one, I pulled him onto my lap.
He let out a laugh and curled into me. Sawyer looked over to where Cooper was scrambling after the ball, not really trying to catch it, and then smiled up at me. “It honestly doesn’t bother you? Even a little?”
I shrugged. “I don’t know how to explain it. He’s so happy and so…even more Cooper like this than he usually is, if that makes any sense. He doesn’t have a care in the world as long as that ball doesn’t slide under the coffee table again.”
He’d stubbornly refused to even try to use a human form of logic to get the ball. He’d barked until Sawyer had gone to get it out. The depth with which he sank into the role was confusing and fascinating. I knew I had a lot of research to do to understand it all, but nothing about it bothered me.
One eyebrow went up. “Even the huge hard-on he’s sporting?”
Cooper came over and dropped the ball, barking excitedly. Sawyer had mentioned that it had been days since Cooper was a pup, partly because of their schedule and partly because of how excited he was to show me his pup. So I’d had fair warning that he would play for a while before he wore himself out.
Holding the ball tight, trying not to let Sawyer slip off my lap, I gave Cooper…well, my pup, a command in a deep voice. “Sit.”
His butt went down.
So cute.
Speak seemed wrong, so I tried something else. “Bark.”
And he barked so enthusiastically, I threw the ball for him. As he dashed off, I looked back down at Sawyer. “It’s Cooper. He’s always turned-on. He’s my little Energizer Bunny.”
Sawyer laughed, but the answer didn’t seem to satisfy him.
Did I have a problem with it? I didn’t think so. I’d kind of ignored it. To begin with, everything else was more overwhelming than the fact that naked Cooper had a hard-on. Naked Cooper always had a hard-on, so it wasn’t a big shocker.
When he came bounding over again, ball gripped tightly in his mouth, he dropped it in Sawyer’s lap and barked again. Picking up his toy, I held it up, deciding to try more commands. “Wag.”
His tail went back and forth at lightning speed and a little whine escaped. He’d been hard for ages, his cock bouncing around as he ran and chased the ball. All the movement had to be playing havoc on his prostate as the plug rubbed up against him.
When he finally relaxed and barked, clearly encouraging me to throw the ball, I shook my head. “No, pup.”
Showing him the ball, I slowly lowered it to the floor. “Lie down.”
We went through several rounds of commands, and eventually had it where he’d crouch down with his ass high in the air when told to present. It was kinky as hell, but his cock was so hard he was dripping precum and even Sawyer was watching, holding his breath.
I just had to keep reminding myself that the websites all said that how we played was up to us. If it was sexual for us, that was fine. If it wasn’t, that was fine too. There were no right or wrong answers. “Good boy.”
Cooper relaxed down to the floor as I ran my fingers through his hair and down his back. I couldn’t reach very much from where I was sitting, but he seemed content. “That’s my good pup.”
He gave a quiet bark and turned his head to lick my hand. It was such a familiar gesture that it didn’t seem out of place. He was my pup, and pups licked. “Come here, pup.”
Cooper moved around so he was closer to me, his side pressed against my leg. Much better. Sawyer reached out and started petting Cooper’s head, enjoying the quiet moment before he wanted to bounce and play again. The training course, with some slight modifications, would be a good idea for him. More mental stimulation for a pup.
When he started to shift, and I knew it was only seconds before he began barking for the ball, I picked it up again. “Present.”
His whole body shivered, and he gave a needy whine. I wasn’t sure if he realized I was completely aware of how turned-on he was nor not, but it was time to stop ignoring the elephant in the room. Or the hard-on…however it should be worded.
“Wag.” It quickly became apparent when we were practicing commands that something about this angle pressed the plug into his prostate beautifully. He’d wagged his tail and then tried to stop. “No. Wag.”
I got another whine, needy and perfect. “Good boy. Wag.”
Shivers raced through him as the tail swung back and forth, clearly pushing him closer and closer to the edge. He kept going, finally understanding that he wasn’t going to be allowed to stop. When the sensation was too perfect, he’d start to hump the air, his cock desperate for attention, and then he’d lose the orgasm that had been ready to crash over him.
Then we’d start again.
Wag.
Race.
Hump.
Wag.
Race.
Hump.
He was so incredible to watch. When I knew he couldn’t wait any longer, when the sounds coming from him were too needy and frantic, I had to give my pup what he needed. I didn’t overthink it. I let deeper emotions take control. I wanted to please him. I wanted to give him everything that he was begging for.
It didn’t really matter what it was.
Reaching out, I let my hand start caressing his back, loving how his entire body was begging for more. Shivers racing through him, and the way his muscles clenched and twitched told the story of how desperate he was better than any words could have.
“That’s my pup.” Dropping my voice low, I let my hand start running the length of his side. “My beautiful pup. That’s right. Wag for me.”
He gave a low bark and whined, but the tail kept swinging. When I finally let my hand move under his belly and along to his cock, his movements were jerky and almost panicked. He wasn’t afraid. Chasing the pleasure was all he could think of, and the fear that he might not get it was probably barreling through him.
At least, that was what I thought was happening. But even if I’d misread the signs, Sawyer would have said something, and he was so quiet I wanted to poke him and make sure he was alive.
That wouldn’t exactly match the mood I was going for, though.
“My good pup. Show me how you wag.” Closing the last distance, I wrapped my fingers around his cock while the toy tormented his prostate with the plug. It was all he needed. One ragged bark and he exploded, his cock jerking in my hand, and his body clenched down so hard on the tail it wasn’t even moving. Shaking, he was milking every drop of pleasure he could.
When it was over, he sagged down onto the floor. His head managed to land on Sawyer’s leg, but that seemed to be more by accident than anything else. He was finally exhausted. My sweet pup who’d chased the ball endlessly and barked and played just lay there quietly.
When he managed to move, it was only to open one eye. I got a little bark and then he closed it again. I was slightly sticky and didn’t want to smear it all over him, but I wanted to pet him. Sawyer finally understood the problem because he gave a low laugh and reached for the tissues on the side table. “Here you go.”
Once I was fairly clean, I gave Sawyer a tender kiss on the lips and reached out to pet Cooper in long lazy strokes. They were both quiet and content, but for different reasons. My two boys couldn’t have been more different, but they were perfect together and perfect for me. I just hoped they saw that as clearly as I did.
Kissing Sawyer’s forehead, I pulled him even closer. “Thank you for taking the chance and emailing me. I can see how hard that was for you now.”
I could feel his smile and he nodded slowly. “Thank you for taking the chance on us and looking past what must have been a shocking letter.”
He was right, but something about it had pulled to me from the moment I looked at it. “I knew you were special the first time I ever read that email. I just never pictured how quickly everything would change.”
“Too fast?” He didn’t seem concerned, just curious.
“No. Surprisingly not. It feels like I’ve known you both for much longer than just what the calendar says.”
“Sometimes you just know. I went up to Cooper the first time I met him. Some bullies were going to use him for target practice, and I just couldn’t walk away. I knew we’d be friends, but I never imagined how it would all work out.”
“Things don’t always end up how you pictured them, but in this case, I think it’s better than anything I could have dreamed up.”
“You never pictured having two pups?” Laughter came through in his voice, but he snuggled close.
“Not as special as you two.” I kissed his forehead again. “No one could be as special as my two pups.”
Finding them might have been an accident, but I was their master by choice, and I knew there was nowhere else I’d rather be. And as I held my two men, my boys, my pups, I knew someday, Sawyer would understand it as well.
But we had the time; I wasn’t going anywhere.
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